Lid upon these morning fields of clover in the sun
If we move this will become undone
I can see your flower-tasting breath against my skin
But I forgot your face again

I lost everything in you
And I can feel your fingers slipping through
Herons lift and passing by
Chasing little pieces of the sky

We're closer than we've ever been
(I can't decide which way to go)
I am lost and made of stones
And I forgot your face again
Yeah, I forgot your face again

Let into these shifting fields of clover in the sun
I can move and make this come undone

Yeah, I lost everything in you
And I can feel your fingers slipping through
As herons lift and pass us by
Keeping little pieces of the sky

We're closer than we've ever been
(I can't decide which way to go)
I am lost and made of stones
And I forgot your face again
Yeah, I forgot your face again

Chasing little pieces of the sky
And keeping little pieces of the sky